To the Survivors
For the Marquis of Baroncelli-Javon
ust that paints their cities red nakes their cast-iron idols reel: asset locust-swarm that's spread their wilting crops of steel:—
jift of our protecting Sire, >olar -Christ, to purge the lands— : the good Promethean fire lich to warm our scatheless hands.
the human heart relumed, blaze once more with ruby light— trorag shall seize it unconsumed, est will crumble at its sight.
>rave from out its grudging crust pull the treasure that it keeps— .n the red sheath of the rust, vhite Excalibur that sleeps:—
zroin its ash breathe new desire; irorn its embers snatch the Star glances with a triple fire tips the Trident of Cailar:—~
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